Chapter sixteen: Who's bruising her now?

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Chapter sixteen

Dinner for the next couple of nights was to say the least, awkward. I was placed next to Lysander for what Jonathan called training. He said that placing Lysander next to a human, it would become easier to calm him down and keep him from feeding every time he saw a human. I knew though by Lysander's complete lack of a care that this wasn't the reason, and that Jonathan was just trying to cause as much drama as he could, if this was in fact his plan than it worked. One particular evening was quite bad. Jonathan had left a pretty nasty bruise on my shoulders, and it seemed that no matter what I wore it could be seen. I was sitting in my usual space trying to hide the guilt when Lysander looked right at me before moving the fabric off of my shoulder.

His eyebrows furrowed, and for a second there was sadness in his eyes, then as soon as it was there it changed, becoming disgust.

"Jonathan, you shouldn't bruise the food, she might not taste right next time."

Before I could think I took the wine glass from my hand and poured the contents over his head. The next thing I knew my back was against the table, his hands digging into my fresh bruises.

"You should be careful, I have a very short temper these days." This is when Johnathan cleared his throat.

"Who's bruising her now?"

I looked toward him again and thought about the boy that I knew weeks before, the one who picked berries with me and swapped stories with my father. That boy was gone now, and I was being faced by a monster with fangs and eyes full hunger.

"Is she good father, is that why you keep her around, because you're defiantly not drinking her? Is she an animal in bed, or does she just lie there and cry."

A suspected him to chuckle then answer, but he didn't, he got angry. His fangs pressed into his lip and he made a hissing noise. "Don't you dear."

I stayed there looking up at him and thought, that maybe just maybe, there were feelings that Jonathan had for me, that even he didn't want to admit.

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